Dr. Spencer Reid imagines

imagine #3 - targeted

This is a kind along imagine that can be triggering.

Your POV

You sang as you danced around and got ready in your room. Spencer is on his way to pick you up for a date. It was yours and his 1 year anniversary. He was taking you to a romantic quiet restaurant.

"Hmmm... which dress." You thought out loud and held up a fitted black dress up to your body with one hand and swapped to a red slightly fitted navy blue dress multiple times. You ended up choosing the navy blue one.

You stepped into the dress and pulled it up. You walked to your closet and picked out some nude colored short heels. You slipped those on, and admired yourself in the floor length mirror and smiled. You checked your makeup one last time to make sure it was perfect. You walked out of your bedroom and down the short hall to the kitchen. You felt your phone buzz in your clutch and checked it. You smiled when you saw Spencer's name pop up on your screen.

"Hey babe. I am stuck in traffic. There appears to be a bad wreck. Multiple cars and first responders. I will be a little late. I'm sorry! I love you!"

You sent back a reply saying "It's fine. Stay safe hun. I love you more! <3"

You decided to pour you a small glass of wine and sit at the bar in your kitchen. You were on your phone scrolling through social media. You felt something hit the back of your head and everything went black.

Some time later

You slowly were opening your eyes. Once you were able to keep them open you looked around and noticed you were in a windowless room and couldn't see a door. It must've been behind you. There was a furnace in one corner with some tools in the fire. In the other corner stood a table with more tools on it. You tried to stand up but couldn't. Your hands and feet were tied to the arms and legs of a chair. You started to squirm and then called out for help. You heard what sounded like locks being unlocked, then opening of a door, and footsteps approaching you. You froze in fear of who it was. Someone walked around you. The person wore a ski mask. The person was tall, maybe 6'5", and was muscular. His shirt looked like it was about to bust at the seams.

"Ahhh, you're awake now." A man with a deep voice said.

You managed to shakily talk back. "Who are you? Let me go!" 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. See... I can't do that just right now. I have a plan." The man said and turned on his heels to walk out the door.

You screamed at the man, "I know people who will be looking for you!"

The man laughed and it sent chills down your spine, "You mean Dr. Spencer Reid and his team? I sure hope so." then you heard slamming of the door and turning of the locks.

You sobbed in your chair just wanting to be with Spencer.

Spencer's POV

"Finally!" he said as he got out of his car, smoothing out his tie and jacket, buttoning a couple buttons. He walked up towards your door and knocked. No answer. He knocked again and called out your name. Still no answer. He reached for his phone and called you. He heard your phone ringing from inside. He hung up when it went to voicemail. He found the key you gave him for emergencies and unlocked the door.

"Y/N?" He called out. He walked through the house and into the kitchen where he saw your wine glass and phone on the bar. He continued to walk through the house and noticed the back door look was broken. His heart sunk. He got his phone and called Morgan.

"What's up pretty boy? I'm on a date and I thought you were too." Morgan said.

"It's Y/N. She's gone and I think someone took her. The backdoor shoes sign of a forced entry." Spencer spoke.